You’re lookin’ at the Fridge, I’m the rookie.
I may be large, but I’m no dumb cookie.
You’ve seen me hit, you’ve seen me run,
When I kick and pass, we’ll have more fun.
I can dance, you will see,
The others, they all learn from me.
I don’t come here lookin’ for trouble,
I just came here to do the Super Bowl Shuffle.
I call you once…you never dialed back.
Twice…you never dialed back.
Saturday morning, live, I’m on Soul Train, talkin’ to Don Cornelius.
Saturday night, my phone rings…
Saturday night, I won’t answer.
Saturday night, my phone rings again…
Saturday night, I don’t answer.
When I hit the skins they all say, ‘Damn Kane…
You knock out the Bush like a presidential campaign!’
I don’t feel pain cause it’s all in the mind,
And what’s mines is mines and yours is mine!
I find it’s distressin’, there’s never no in-between:
We either niggaz or kings,
We either bitches or queens.
The deadly ritual seems immersed in the perverse,
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts.
When I need bread, I grab the toaster and stick niggas for they crumbs.
I’m from Jerz, the home of: “I could’ve swore I parked my car right here!”
Pull down the shades on the windows of your soul,
And gaze into your mind and watch the wisdom unfold…
It don’t make sense: either you a soldier from the start,
Or a actor with a record deal tryin’ to play the part.
Fuck a moment of silence…I need a moment of violence.
You can call it hell…
But I say it’s below the heavens.
A forty and a blunt, that’s all she really wants.
Life is real, reality is not a dream.
Those who chose to sleep…I wake em up,
Cause you’re sleepin with your mouth open hummin deez nuts.
Look past the garbage, over the trains,
Under the ruins, through the remains,
Around the crime and pollution,
And tell me…where I fit in?
Why is it a honey act like she don’t want to be bothered?
But after the tappin’, she yappin’ like she want her children fathered?
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes.
So I said this rhyme I’m about to say
The rhyme was def a’ then it went this way…
I wanna lie to you sometimes…but I can’t.
I wanna tell you that it’s all good…but it ain’t.
Every time the ball drop on New Year’s Eve,
We toast to more money, we smoke to more cheese…
Mental energy from within keeps me higher,
Than anything rolled and set on fire
A rap pro, do a show, good to go, also
Cameo afro, Virgo, domino, I go Rambo,
Gigolo, Romeo, Friday night spend money on a ho…tel,
To get a good night’s sleep, I’m keeping in step.
Now do I come off? Yep.
‘That buck that bought the bottle coulda struck the lotto.’
To invest in scratch tickets is a fucked up motto.
You might win some, but you just lost one.
If you can’t respect that, your whole perspective is wack.
Maybe you’ll love me when I fade to black.
Linguine linguistics that left my verbal essence saucy,
Send a message, leave you sleepin’ next to headless horsey.
Lookin down the barrel of a gun, son of gun, son of a bitch, gettin paid, gettin rich!
Let’s be honest, the cards’ on the table:
Jealousy’s a sin, Cain killed Abel.
Backstabber…Caesar had Brutus.
It’s hard to weed ‘em out, even Jesus had Judas.
Our freedom of speech is freedom or death,
We got to fight the powers that be!
I’m the ghetto Mr. Universe, call me Lou FerNEGRO,
I push a lot of iron, but I don’t do it in the gym tho.
If I should fall asleep and death takes me away,
Don’t be surprised son, I wasn’t put here to stay.
It’s kinda hard bein humble in the belly of the struggle,
Doin things that probably get you in trouble.
Damn right I like the life I live,
Cause I went from negative to positive.
You would rather have a Lexus, or justice?
A dream, or some substance?
A Beamer, a necklace, or freedom?
If you for real then you know the deal,
I do or die, and I never ran, never will.
I leave scientists mentally scarred,
Triple Extra Large,
Wild like rock stars who smash guitars…
They say it’s lonely at the top, in whatever you do,
You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you.
Nobody’s invincible, no plan is foolproof,
We all must meet our Moment of Truth.
Your white tee, well to me, looks like a nightgown;
Make your mama proud, take that thing two sizes down.
My radio, believe me, I like it loud,
I’m the man with a box that can rock the crowd.
Walkin’ down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC vibrates the concrete.
My life is like a song and I think I know the words,
And as I start to sing along the whole verse becomes a blur.
So I freestyle improv, make mistakes and evolve,
The obstacles repeat, cause naturally it revolves.
I committed crimes of passion and my soul was suspected,
But it was thrown out of court because of course the Creator and I connected.
He told me, “Fear not for thou art protected. Your life is being requested,
And you are being tested, so make every attempt you can to expect the unexpected.”
I come strong, I make knowledge born,
I flip the script and rock on
From P.M. past to fucking Dawn.
Leave MC’s blind with amnesia;
Chop ‘em into salad, and my name ain’t Caesar.
In this lifetime, you got two things:
Bad and good, and ain’t nothin’ in between.
Don’t get offended, there’s no need for insecurity,
Age is but a number, it’s all about maturity.
See, seventy percent of the world’s underwater,
Seventy percent of your body’s underwater,
Seventy percent of what we live is out of range,
We rearrange this order, but niggaz think it’s strange.
Well I’ma freakit like this because I be doper than the dopest,
I focus on the mic and if you like it you can quote this.
Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue.
It’s not like honey dip would wanna get with me,
But just in case I own more condoms than TLC.
You got to have style, and learn to be original.